The third kingdom

The third kingdom of the underworld

"How do I look, Nikita?" Lilithra inquired, addressing her slave who stood dutifully behind her, gently brushing her hair. Nikita's gaze remained lowered, but upon hearing her princess's voice, she lifted her eyes and met Lilithra's gaze through the reflection in the mirror.

"You look as stunning as ever, my lady. Your beauty rivals that of the goddess Sera herself," Nikita replied, her hand tenderly caressing the side of Lilithra's face. A mischievous smirk played on Lilithra's lips as she contemplated the beautiful slave standing behind her. Lilith had always harbored a sense of envy towards Nikita's beauty. The girl possessed flowing, sun-kissed blonde hair, skin as fair and smooth as silk, and a body that was as alluring as a ripe peach. Or rather, had been ripe, for Lilith had a tendency to corrupt anything she deemed fresher and more innocent than herself. And what better way to accomplish this than by coaxing Nikita into tainting her own purity?

"Kneel before me," Lilithra commanded Nikita. As the slave obediently complied, the worn and tattered fabric of her garment hung loosely, revealing its frayed seams and loose threads. The neckline of the garment sagged slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of Nikita's perky, ivory breast. Lilithra's smile widened as she used her hand fan to expose the entirety of her breast, the fabric cascading down. She spread her legs wide, her white gown riding up her thighs, exposing her voluptuous limbs. Without needing further instruction, Nikita bowed her head and pressed it against Lilithra's intimate area, commencing her task of pleasuring her mistress. Lilithra moaned in delight, her fingers gripping onto Nikita's head.

"Deeper, yes, yes, oh my god." With a deep, passionate moan, she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body as Nikita explored her most intimate desires. Her legs trembled with pleasure, and she used her strong thighs to hold onto the slave's head, craving more.

"Please, touch yourself," Lilithra pleaded, her voice filled with desire. Nikita, still buried between her mistress's thighs, attempted to respond but only intensified Lilith's pleasure with the vibrations of her mouth. As Nikita's hand slipped under her own dress, Lilith watched with anticipation, her heart pounding. The sight of Nikita pleasuring herself, her finger disappearing into her pink folds, pushed Lilith over the edge, causing her to climax with a shudder.

Breathing heavily, Lilithra rose from her chair and made her way towards the bed. Nikita, never ceasing her self-indulgence, turned to face her mistress. Slowly, Lilith undid the buttons of her gown, allowing it to fall gracefully to the floor. Nikita's eyes drank in the sight of Lilith's flawless body, a true gift from the gods. With a beckoning gesture, Lilith called Nikita closer. The slave withdrew her hand from her own pleasure and stood, allowing her outfit to drop to the ground. As Nikita approached, she dropped to her knees, and Lilith leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. The intensity grew, and Nikita's hand found its way to Lilith's shoulder, gently pushing her onto the bed. Climbing on top, their hands explored each other with a feverish urgency, their desire building. Just as they were about to lose themselves completely, the door to the room was abruptly thrown open.

"Lilithra."Nikita's heart raced as she heard the familiar voice of the lord. Startled, she leaped away from her mistress as if she had been engulfed in flames. Making brief eye contact with the king, Nikita quickly averted her gaze and knelt on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ground in a submissive manner.

"Father, would it kill you to knock?" Lilithra said with a mischievous smile, rising to her feet. She was about to retrieve her clothing when she turned back and lifted Nikita's head, causing the trembling slave to flinch. Suppressing her laughter, Lilithra restrained herself.

"You may leave for now, but I expect you back later," Lilithra stated and then Nikita descended from the bed and gathered her tattered garments. As she passed by the king, Nikita performed a deep bow, her gaze fixed on him with a peculiar mix of sadness and a weird look. However, King Stephan paid her no attention, and Nikita hurriedly exited the room, gently closing the door behind her. Outside, she noticed two guards who had been concealed from her sight earlier. Realizing they were under the king's command, Nikita felt their hungry gazes upon her as she hastily dressed. To her shock, one of the guards even dared to smack her exposed backside.

"How dare you! Never lay your filthy hands on me!" Nikita exclaimed in a trembling voice, distancing herself from them. The guards laughed callously as she walked away, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't comprehend why she was on the verge of crying. It wasn't the acts she engaged in with Lilithra, but rather the unreciprocated gaze that had left her feeling empty. Blinking away the tears, she made her way towards the slave quarters, determined to bury her emotions deep within.

"Would this hedonistic behavior of yours ever stop." Vampire lord Stephan said gazing at his daughter, hoping that his words would finally make her see reason. However, all he received in response was a mischievous smile as she gracefully settled herself on the edge of the bed.

"I've learned from the best," Lilith replied, her eyes fixed on her father. A flicker of guilt passed through Stephan's eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"But that's not why I'm here," Stephan continued, his tone serious. "I've come to tell you that your relationship with Rafael must come to an end. Can we even call it a relationship when you're the only one who believes you'll be together? For your own sake and for the sake of our kingdom's dignity, you need to stop whatever it is you think you're doing with Rafael."

Lilith's eyes widened in surprise, and she abruptly rose from the bed, walking towards her father. Confusion clouded her features as she tried to comprehend his words.

"Father, why are you saying this? You know how I feel about Rafael, and I truly believe he's the one for me. I love him, and I know he loves me too," Lilith pleaded, her voice filled with conviction. Deep down, she knew Rafael didn't reciprocate her feelings, but she held onto the hope that he would eventually come around.

"Don't be foolish, Lilith. There are plenty of other men who would be willing to mate with you, like Lord Alvaron of the fifth kingdom. I still can't fathom why you rejected him. He's far more suitable than our vampire king. Yes, Rafael may be powerful and our king, but you're aiming too high. Rafael is unstable, and he's not good for my daughter," Stephan argued, frustration evident in his voice. Lilith couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance, her gaze fixed on her father.

"Father, I'm in love with Rafael, and nothing you say will change that. I want to be with him, so please, just stop," Lilith finally declared, her voice filled with determination. Stephen raised his hand, and a large white envelope materialized in his palm. He tossed it towards Lilith, who caught it with confusion etched on her face. She glanced at the envelope, then back at her father, waiting for an explanation.

With quivering fingers, Lilithra clutched the envelope, her heart thumping against her ribcage.

As she unfolded the pages, her eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Rafael's name emblazoned at the top. A gasp caught in her throat as she devoured the contents, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

"This can't be real," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the rush of blood in her ears. "Rafael wouldn't do this to me."

Yet, with each passing word, her worst fears were confirmed. The documents revealed Rafael's intentions to pursue a human girl as his mate, accompanied by vivid photographs of him entering a human bakery and fixating his gaze on the very girl in question.

A surge of fury coursed through Lilithra as she clung onto the papers with a vice-like grip. How dare he? How dare he choose someone else over her, after everything they had shared?

Determined not to let Rafael escape the consequences of his betrayal, Lilithra's jaw tightened as she silently vowed to herself. She would track down this audacious human who had dared to come between them, and she would ensure that she paid dearly for stealing Rafael's affections.

With a deep breath , Lilithra meticulously folded the papers and stowed them away, her thoughts already weaving a strategic web. Rafael may have foolishly believed he could deceive her without consequence, but he had gravely miscalculated her resilience and unwavering resolve. Suppressing the tears that threatened to spill, she refused to surrender her pursuit of Raphael.

She vowed to relentlessly pursue him and the girl, ensuring that the girl would endure the same anguish she had inflicted upon her. And once she was through, regret would consume the human for ever daring to cross her path.